Hunted Series Books Novels & Stories

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

For the hunt I will be writing multiple povs, you can switch to Mila or Knox’s pov if you don’t want to read the others. Thank you Mwahh

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Hello and Happy Summer to Everyone!! The sequel to "The Hunt" is called "The Dragon's Treasure" and it is being posted one chapter at a time on the web app here on Good Novel! (The first chapter will post this afternoon - June 14, 2022) You won't be able to find the book on the mobile version for a few months yet (it has to go through approval and I don't want to make it pay to read quite yet as I work through the story development and editing phases).

“As was expected. Your kind’s chosen path did not necessarily warrant a written history. Beasts had no use of the past. But times are changing. I realized your pack in the north is embracing a new form of governance. You are evolving out of the bestial lifestyle your ancestors were known for. “I think this is one of the reasons why your pack was chosen to be part of the hunt. The nature elementals saw that you are capable of handling the challenges of holding the power of the royal blood. Which, your friend, Selene seemed to have.” “What are you talking about?” Archibald was still confused. “What hunt?” “Once the presence of the royal blood became known, the hunting season will start. And th

Offer of truce rejected by Alpha Jones May 2:… *** The list went on and on, there was so much bloodshed, and this was just one year. White Forests power was continuously challenged, seemingly by Five Lakes. The amount of pain caused during this period bounced off the page. The book was completely full of hand-written notes. How much had it taken to get to this point where peace existed between the groups? The same Alpha’s from my birth still ruled their packs, were they still brimming with ambition to overthrow one day? As I continued through the months a longer note caught my eye.

(completed) Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book about all of the children from the Trio of Mates Series. Finding their mates, fighting the Riding Hoods, and facing a changing supernatural landscape, the children will now take over the mantle of leadership from their parents. Lots of graphic smut. (completed) - Second book, Red Rover, is ongoing. Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

And what the fuck was she thinking being out here alone? I started after her—trotting carefully, so she wouldn’t hear me—until I reached the place where she’d stopped and sought the scent. I sniffed the ground there and stopped trotting, my entire body on alert, and hackles high. To my nose, her scent had mingled with that thing’s trail. Cara, the shy and unassuming librarian, was out in the woods in the middle of the night, following the thing that had attacked her. She was fucking hunting.

Pay attention. She breathed in, expecting the scent of deer or rabbit, but her lungs filled with nothing. No musk of fur, no damp soil, not even the usual sharp tang of pine. It was wrong. The forest felt alive, but empty. And then—movement. A flicker ahead, the shape of a girl. Small, fragile. She darted between the trees, fast but unsteady, like prey that didn’t know it was prey at all. Cheyenne lunged forward. Her body reacted the way it always did during the hunt, muscles stretching, heart pounding, the rush of adrenaline singing through her veins. But the girl left no trace. No scent. No sound but the blur of pale skin disappearing into the trees.

I had never actually seen a shifter, but my coven swore to the three-faced mother they were real, and after me. I loaded the magazine with a silver bullet, followed by two of my best hunting rounds and then another silver. I knew I could normally get at least one extra shot off and as long as I mortally wound the beast, I can always finish it with another shot if need be. I leveled my rifle again and brushed an errant red curl out of my face, tucking it beneath my fur hood.